Love Loss and Desperation

The back story. For over a year my friends have told me they know the ideal guy for me. Fate conspires and we never meet and i am convinced he may in fact be fictional. Until one night we do meet by chance, he is not at his best.....He is not the ideal man for me....He is however not fictional.

We met again by chance. This time by the end of the evening i think he is not only not fictional but now also nice. Non fictional, nice. I decide to break the habit of a lifetime and actually make the first move, desperation!

A polite and jaunty text to say Hi and a swift reply to say he's not interested.

Ouch!

Love....No, never was.
Loss.....Only of a faint glimmer of hope.
Desperation....Maybe.

Time to relax again and let fate take its course instead of well meaning friends.